Bondage and Gear by Sir SD Michael
Heavy Bondage, Gear, and More!
I had put some wrist shackles on rubberfet33 to hold him for a while. They are a little large, but work well. He said he could slip out of them. He shouldn’t have done so. I went to my box and picked up a few more handcuffs. Two additional chain cuffs and a set of Clejuso cuffs were added. Between his wrists and ankles, another pair of chain cuffs, within a blue box, was added making sure he could not escape. It might be “overkill”to some, but I just call it extra security.
Always up for some fun, I put rubberfet33 into my wooden cravat. Instead of securing him the usual way with restraints, I chose bondage socks and bondage sleeves. Doing so allowed me to make it very uncomfortable for the bound boy. The sleeves were crossed in front and locked to the sides. I added a belt to the wrists, making movement much more difficult. As he was also muzzled, I used the d-ring at the top to anchor him with chain to both ends of the futon. He could only rock side to side, though limited even with that. Watching him squirm, trying to move and find a “comfortable†position was quite amusing. He did have some choices, limited though they may have been. None of them were quite what he had wanted.
Rubberfet33 seems to enjoy going out in bondage. It can be a lot of fun indeed. I certainly enjoy bringing bound boys out in public. Over the weekend, he and I went out to Pecs Bar in North Park and Flicks Bar in Hillcrest, with him in bondage. On the first night, I went in my combat boots, camo pants, gas mask shirt, and leather jacket. He went in combat boots, jeans, a straitjacket, leg irons, gag, and was on leash. While he wasn’t gagged the entire time, it was fun to randomly gag him, much to the surprise of those around us. It turned a few heads each time.
The second night was a bit more exciting. I wore my full leather outfit and he wore combat boots, jeans, leather chaps, long sleeve shirt, leg irons, a Bishops Head Harness, a restraint belt, Clejuso #15 Heavyweight handcuffs, and of course was on leash. He was quite the trooper as he walked from my place to Pecs, then to Flicks, and half way back in leg irons.
